All's white, no sunshine
Leaves fallen, almost a deadline
A pair of steps run around the road
And a lonesome man stand at an end.
Back is what all i can see
This structure is known to me
An urge to meet this bearer of steps
Ignite my leg, And out here i am
following his path, foggy day chilling me in
My bones can feel the wind.
Steps end but there is no man,
Looking back, only one pair of steps to find
And that's mine.
ANNY
